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nysalogs2017-10-26 09:42 pm
getoutofmytemple) wrote in nysalogs2017-10-26 09:42 pm
Entry tags:
Open!
Who: Abelas (getoutofmytemple) & open!
What: Catch all for the event
When: Over the course of the month
Where: Olympia & Wyver
Warning(s): Illness, blood, Abelas is a huge jerk
[I: Early in the Month]
[Well after it had been clarified that he had not, in fact, been poisoned, Abelas' outlook on his condition... hadn't changed at all really. The sweet embrace of death was upon him, and he did not want to spend his last days holed up uselessly in a room.
However this plague upon him had other ideas, so as far as he was able to go was the kitchen before he gave up. Thus, by the sheer force of stubborn will he was sitting at the table in the kitchen, trying to go about writing notes on the area for reference.
Then the door opens and the rush of air triggers something in him, and he sneezes, sending his papers scattering over the table and falling onto the floor. Slowly he looks at the new arrival with a harsh stare, not so much directed at them as much as the miserable state of his existance.]
[II: Post Evacuation]
[A]
[Abelas glared as someone entered the room he had been shuffled into in the commotion of the evacuation. He had once again taken out the IV that had been keeping him hydrated. Even without the illness impairing him, he very much would not have cared to have something poking about his veins. Now with a healthy dose of paranoia, he quickly grew wary and agitated at the poking and prodding that came with those that tended to him.
He shot the new arrival a harsh glare, already predicting their next words would likely be.]
I shall drink when I am thirsty.
[B]
[Well, somehow he's managed to escape again. Magically making yourself invisible was handy when he spontaneously did not feel like resting and getting force fed any longer. There was a small part of him that was aware that it was the illness clouding his judgement, but the larger part of him hated taking orders from those centuries younger than him, and was fairly certain he was going to die and did not wish to do so laying quietly in a bed.
It was not until he was out and stumbling around like a drunk with a bloody nose that he realized that dying in the streets was probably not the best alternative. Eventually he found himself sitting on a bench holding a cloth to his face to stay the bleeding, ignored for the most part while people rushed around to tend to the refugees.
[Wildcard]
getoutofmytemple) & open! What: Catch all for the event
When: Over the course of the month
Where: Olympia & Wyver
Warning(s): Illness, blood, Abelas is a huge jerk
[I: Early in the Month]
[Well after it had been clarified that he had not, in fact, been poisoned, Abelas' outlook on his condition... hadn't changed at all really. The sweet embrace of death was upon him, and he did not want to spend his last days holed up uselessly in a room.
However this plague upon him had other ideas, so as far as he was able to go was the kitchen before he gave up. Thus, by the sheer force of stubborn will he was sitting at the table in the kitchen, trying to go about writing notes on the area for reference.
Then the door opens and the rush of air triggers something in him, and he sneezes, sending his papers scattering over the table and falling onto the floor. Slowly he looks at the new arrival with a harsh stare, not so much directed at them as much as the miserable state of his existance.]
[II: Post Evacuation]
[A]
[Abelas glared as someone entered the room he had been shuffled into in the commotion of the evacuation. He had once again taken out the IV that had been keeping him hydrated. Even without the illness impairing him, he very much would not have cared to have something poking about his veins. Now with a healthy dose of paranoia, he quickly grew wary and agitated at the poking and prodding that came with those that tended to him.
He shot the new arrival a harsh glare, already predicting their next words would likely be.]
I shall drink when I am thirsty.
[B]
[Well, somehow he's managed to escape again. Magically making yourself invisible was handy when he spontaneously did not feel like resting and getting force fed any longer. There was a small part of him that was aware that it was the illness clouding his judgement, but the larger part of him hated taking orders from those centuries younger than him, and was fairly certain he was going to die and did not wish to do so laying quietly in a bed.
It was not until he was out and stumbling around like a drunk with a bloody nose that he realized that dying in the streets was probably not the best alternative. Eventually he found himself sitting on a bench holding a cloth to his face to stay the bleeding, ignored for the most part while people rushed around to tend to the refugees.
[Wildcard]
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[Dorian runs a hand through his hair, sinking down on the bench to look towards the sky. The stars are beginning to show from the early evening, and he gestures out towards where the Thesa station lies.]
I'll just have them resurrect you, you know. You might be terrible company, but I'd like you to last long enough to find out whether pleasant conversation is possible.
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But it seemed as though this human was determined to drag out his miserable existence for... what had to be the most useless reason he had ever heard. However it was his reason, and there did not seem to be any stopping him, so after that long drawn out moment of glaring, Abelas finally held his hand out for the vial.]
Fine.
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A very conniving dwarf once told me to embrace my place in the universe. I think it's about time you follow in my footsteps, hm?
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[he uncorked the vial and tipped it back, drinking the contents as swiftly as he could to avoid losing his nerve. Of course he immediately regretted his decision, as a wave of nausea washed over him. The illness clearly did not much care for the treatment, and he had to steel himself to try not to gag.]
This works quickly I hope?
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[Thus, he's just going to have to accept has to stay alive. Dorian is an adult? Appreciate his company.]
It should work within a few minutes, yes. Let the sound of my sweet voice sooth you, until then.
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[And he did gag just a little. Talking was hard in such a circumstance, and yet he couldn't quite stop himself. At least it was a distraction for the moment.]
Spare me. I am trying not not to throw it back up.